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18) where Miss L. was crazy to get a glimpse of her dear Edgar. All the nice people have left, + the house is full of strange faces, + flashy young ladies. Sister has a frightful cold. March 22nd 1870. Thursday Last night in St Augustine. I am glad to go home, + yet sorry to leave this interesting spot; i is a queer place, + its charm lies in being queer. It will be horrid when they have a railroad, more hotels, + a Bridge instead of a Ferry. I suppose I shall see it again some time, because every one comes back. Still it hasn't been nearly as pleasant this year, as it was three years ago, when we had the military, croquet, + fishing. However I shall always be grateful to St Augustine , for being here has saved me from several months, of mostly cold wet weather, shut up in a house in New York. next page appears to be intentionally torn out, with the leftover margin obscuring the leftmost text of the page underneath

(81 Enterprise On the St Johns river. Florida. March 21st 1870 image of ink drawing of a forested riverside, with a small boat in the water Here we are The wilds of Florida surrounded by impenetrable forest, and a hundred miles at least from any town. Enterprise consists of a single hotel , + one other? building; before it lies the river dened? into a lake, full of weedes and? alligators. The trees along the banks, all covered with masses of long grey Spanish? moss, which produces + curiously weird effect, like that of an "army phantomes vast + wan." I found a icious? seat this morning, among roots of a tree, knarled + twisted most elastically; sitting there, close by the ter?, listning to the waves as the washed on the sand, with the feather palm waving above , excluding the heat, + making? a delicious coolness, it was indeed like an enchanted forest. We were